It came down to a very embarrassing event to make me finally share my enormous Easter egg. Remember this picture from a couple of weeks ago?
I've been slowly but surely making my way through this egg - breaking off a bit at night to have with my cup of tea, grabbing a handful of almond M&Ms when I've had an annoying client or when I've just felt like it. And I've been enduring the discomfort of the stomach cramps and gas because there's a fundamental rule of Easter chocolate - you don't have to share it.
All my boys managed to scoff theirs down pretty quickly (except for Luke who likes to eke his out). In fact I think I saw Josh put a whole medium sized egg into his mouth in one hit. But no one has asked me to share my egg. No one's even looked at it sideways with longing in their eyes because they know that my chocolate is sacrosanct.
But the pleasure hasn't been without pain and it's been getting worse this week (cause I've been eating more - doh!). And I've tried to 'harden-up' and push through the pain but ...
Tuesday I had to get a few groceries. Just a few so I could go through the express checkout. The queues were all quite long and there was a little waiting involved (so much for express) and I had a pain in my belly. I had a quick look over my shoulder. Good, no one was behind me and the music was loud so no one was going to hear what I was about to perpetrate. So I relaxed and it felt so much better. And that's when the short person, who'd been standing around to the left of me, moved a little more to the right - into my line of sight when I checked back guiltily. And she was REALLY short - a little close to the source for my liking.
I have never prayed so hard for a smell-less fart in my life. I'm sure God was roaring laughing in heaven - "She wants an odourless fart? Whatever happened to world peace??"
So my egg went with me to our weekly family dinner and it's way smaller now. And if I feel at all tempted I just remember my total shame and the chocolate-lust vanishes.